Even with prior anticipation, An Jing still could not help but marvel at the sight before him.
The blade fragment that appeared before him was pitch-black yet pure, a blade that should not exist in the mortal world. It absorbed all surrounding light, rendering itself into a gloom far deeper than darkness. Centered upon it, burning black flames disrupted Taixu starlight, making even spacetime appear unstable.
At a glance, what came to mind was not a sharp blade or metal, but a shattered world, a chaotic spacetime, and disordered Spirit-Evil—yet it radiated no oppressive aura outward. It merely burned quietly, suspended, hovering above...
Chapter 499